Elements of Life

Pieces of my life.

One day I will be scared of my life.

When it's about to leave me.

Everyone's falling over,
Telling us they're okay,
Working 12 hours straight
No breaks
We dream of better days
When things aren't crazed
Rainbows, Between the Bars
Make things okay
I'll be saved.

Things Fall Apart

Everything I felt

I knew

This will be the last

I see in you



Can I get me back now?

Because I'm not who I am right now...

Poverty

I know I don't believe in intervention from other countries.

But this is different.

Invading Iraq for oil is one thing.

Letting people in Zimbabwe suffer under the rule of Mugabe is quite another.

Inflation up 1,700%

That's just, stupid.

How can we stand by and let this happen?

It's alright when it's something that matters.

And when I say matters - I mean "effects the government economically"

But when innocent people are dying and suffering we just let it happen.

What the hell?

Some historian...might have been Goldhagen said

At least we can never let something like the Holocaust happen again.

Because we know what to look for.

Hitler said "no one remembers the Armenians"

Meaning "why should they remember the Jews?"

But we do.

If it's racial persecution, then it's wrong.

If it's letting many millions more than died in the Holocaust die...

We'll just ignore it?

What kind of world do we have?

I mean, come on! It's not like Mugabe is going to have a change of heart

Realise that he's destroying his country.

I doubt he much cares.

Because it's all about power. And money. And greed.

Just like it is for our country and the other shitty countries who only intervene when...

Oh no! They've got nuclear weapons!

But we're the only ones who are allowed nuclear weapons.

Who cares if a child dies every 15 seconds in Africa.

Who cares?

Who cares?

Who fucking cares?

Picture Perfect

Parts of me want to be pleased.

But I don't feel elated.

Just grounded by this.

Excited.

But knowing it'll never last.

Picture of Perfect Youth.

A Façade.

Indeed.

There are elements which I want to accept.

And others that I don't.

I'm not feeling so wise. So clever.

Not today.

There's a painted perfect picture.

Of who you think you are.

tell me something I don't know

David Hockney is amazing.

I like his irony.

I'm cold. Listening to Simon and Garfunkel. I keep thinking how I should listen to more of the music I used to listen to. Then I remember that I do.
I find it annoying when people talk about you to someone else in front of you, but pretend it's not you they're talking about.

I'll be glad to run away, if given the opportunity.
I just have to be more sociable.

It's not like I'm going to tell anyone about it though.
I know they'll laugh.
And who cares?


I do.

Does it upset me?

Not really. But you do.

I wish a million things.
I wish stories were more like how reality is - that way we'd be happy...most of the time.

I want an imagination. Not that I don't already have one.
But if I could remove all past imaginations, then it would be easier to be newly imaginative.
{My heart's not in the right place and I can't help it}

Give up.

I wish I wrote everywhere I go. Or I had a computer which would take the thoughts out of my head and write them down and save them. I have difficulty remembering the things I've thought by the time I get the opportunity to write them down.

I love Switchfoot.

I'm becoming agnostic.

I wish I could find my footing and my faith.

I want it back.

Please?

Imperfect

I hate theorising.

I hate not knowing.

I hate waking up scared.

I hate forgetting.

I like pretending.

I like watching the weather change.

I like bright lights.

I like knowing.

I love music.

I love it when people say wise things.

I love things I can relate to.

I love life even when I don't.

I'm afraid I'll lose everything.

I enjoy summing up my feelings in short sentences. My best thoughts occur when I am on a bus. There is something about accuracy. I don't know what mind you.

A biography is...who I am?
I like distancing myself from what I write. And my thoughts.
Sometimes everything is too close for comfort.
I don't like pretentious blogging.
If you have something to say. Say it.
I'm trying to give up riddles.
There is nothing better than bluntness. ^

Why then?

She wants to draw.

I could go on like this for hours and hours. Sometimes you just need to write everything down.

Slot Machine

Safari just quit on me.

Today I'll watch her make a fool of herself.

Sometimes you see people you want to love. Even though you don't know their names.
Sometimes you're scared of people you do love.

If I block out the past, maybe it will go away.
But what happens when the past collides with now. When things catch up with me.

Sometimes I wish things could be different.

Be BLUNT
She says:
I don't care.
Miles Davies said "Do not fear mistakes, there are none."
What happens if he's wrong?

I wanted this blog to sound intellectual. It really ends up as all my thoughts in a big horrendous blob.